Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 175: Asleep

Moira Young grabbed him, "Can you give me a ride?"

"No way!" Adrian Grant arrogantly got into his own car and without hesitation, hit the gas pedal.

The rest of the people Adrian Grant brought all swarmed and followed him, leaving Moira Young standing there. It’s late at night; there’s no way to hail a cab...

"Miss, please get in the car." Mrs. Miller switched to the driver’s seat and invited Moira Young to get in.

Moira Young hesitated for a long time and reluctantly got into the car.

Just don’t look at Julian Sinclair, don’t talk to him, just pretend he’s not there.

Mrs. Miller initially planned to drive straight home, but Moira Young knew a bit of the route and said she needed to return to the show group, "Mrs. Miller, if it’s not on the way, just drop me off. I can catch a cab just a bit ahead."

Mrs. Miller glanced at Julian Sinclair in the rearview mirror, noticing his lack of reaction.

"Miss, it’s so late, why not just stay at home?" Mrs. Miller suggested, glancing at Julian Sinclair again as he might understand Julian Sinclair the best. Even the slightest flutter of Julian Sinclair’s lashes held meaning.

Upon hearing this, Moira Young immediately disagreed, "That’s not my home, I need to go back to the show group now."

"Miss, what show group?" Mrs. Miller suddenly realized and questioned what that meant.

"Never mind, just let me out of the car." Moira Young, frustrated, raised her voice slightly.

Julian Sinclair suddenly spoke, "Let her out."

Hearing Julian Sinclair tell her to get out, Moira Young’s simmering anger suddenly shot several feet high.

Fine, I’ll get out!

Following Julian Sinclair’s instructions, Mrs. Miller stopped the car by the roadside. Moira Young, unknowingly pouting with a look of grievance, roughly opened the car door and slammed it shut with a "bang."

Mrs. Miller was taken aback by Moira Young’s action; she had never seen Moira Young act so aggressively...

"Young Master, do you also not remember Miss Moira?" Mrs. Miller couldn’t help but ask.

Julian Sinclair inadvertently looked outside the window, seeing Moira Young walking along the road hailing a cab. Since it was late autumn, the night was quite cold.

Mrs. Miller, noticing Julian Sinclair didn’t reply, refrained from asking further and started the car very slowly this time.

Not long after they drove just a few dozen meters, Julian Sinclair suddenly called to stop.

"Stop the car," Julian Sinclair said indifferently.

Mrs. Miller tactfully stopped the car in front of Moira Young.

Julian Sinclair got out of the car, walked up to Moira Young, and suddenly picked her up.

Moira Young, startled, struggled, "Julian Sinclair, let me go!"

Under the dim streetlight, Julian Sinclair’s perfectly sculpted profile suddenly seemed somewhat gentle, and Moira Young was momentarily stunned, stopping her words, as if lost, allowing him to hold her.

Julian Sinclair carried Moira Young into the car, and the once-shivering Moira Young finally felt a bit of warmth.

Mrs. Miller was ready long ago, hitting the gas pedal gently as the car smoothly drove off.

Moira Young sat on the other side of the car, trying to stay as far away from Julian Sinclair as possible. In Moira Young’s mind, Julian Sinclair already had a wife.

She inexplicably felt disgusted.

She thought about it for a long time, considering that on the way to Julian Sinclair’s house, she’d pass a road not far from the show group and plan to have Mrs. Miller drop her off there.

Unexpectedly, she gradually fell asleep while thinking...

As Moira Young slept soundly, she unconsciously leaned to the side, pressing against Julian Sinclair.

Originally resting with his eyes closed, Julian Sinclair suddenly sensed a fragrant presence in his arms, a scent that intoxicated him. He opened his eyes, seeing in his arms the irresistible girl, his throat involuntarily moved.

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Perhaps she hadn’t had a good sleep in ages, Moira Young slept particularly well that night.

Upon opening her eyes, she realized this was the room she had lived in for many years, no wonder she slept so well.

Moira Young couldn’t help but mock herself. She’s really useless, always sleeping the best in the most dangerous places, always feeling safe in front of the most dangerous person, it’s ridiculously funny.

She checked the time; it was already past ten in the morning, Julian Sinclair should be at the company now.

After freshening up, she cautiously opened the door, quietly went to Julian Sinclair’s room, leaned against the door, and listened for a while, hearing no signs of movement.

To ensure Julian Sinclair was indeed not there, she carefully opened the door a little, revealing a small gap, then observed.

The bed was empty, indicating Julian Sinclair truly wasn’t home.

Only then did Moira Young relax her grip, but as soon as she let her hand slip, the door opened wide instead of the intended small gap.

Anyway, since Julian Sinclair was not there, she wasn’t worried at all.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly saw the bathroom door opening, and Julian Sinclair walked out wrapped in a towel.

Moira Young stared blankly at the scene, her face instantly blushing.

"Why... why aren’t you at the office?" Moira Young tried to alleviate the awkwardness, her eyes instinctively glancing to the side.

Julian Sinclair thought of last night when Moira Young clung to his neck like a little kitten, refusing to let go, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.

Last night, he carried her into her room; for three whole hours, Julian Sinclair was thus captivated, she whimpered as if coquettishly dreaming.

Julian Sinclair had a huge physical reaction, yet until he understood everything that transpired with Moira Young, he wouldn’t touch her.

It was the first time since losing his memory that Julian Sinclair entered Moira Young’s room last night; it was filled with all sorts of beautiful objects, most eye-catching being a crown. If his guess was correct, he must have given her that crown.

"Lazy to continue this nonsense with you!" Moira Young noticed he wasn’t answering her, just staring at her, her beautiful brows furrowed, and in frustration, she turned and left.

Upon reaching downstairs, Mrs. Miller was preparing lunch and, upon seeing Moira Young, was initially shocked, then excitedly ran over, "Miss! You’re back!"

Moira Young had always felt close to Mrs. Miller. Seeing Mrs. Miller so excited, she felt somewhat excited too, but only inside.

"Mrs. Miller, I’m leaving," Moira Young said without wanting to look upstairs.

"Why leave? Just back and you’re leaving already? Have some lunch before you go, okay?" Mrs. Miller, being older, couldn’t bear hearing people leaving, especially Julian Sinclair and Moira Young, whom she cared most about.

Moira Young felt a little apologetic but couldn’t help it; this place was somewhere she didn’t want to stay any longer, or rather, a place she couldn’t stay.

Unable to stop her, Mrs. Miller watched Moira Young leave.